Just bumped into you in my dream again. I was thrashing in my sleep.
You pulled the quilt off me.
You then stormed out the dream, as per, and I said
That I was getting up anyway: we’re still so petty.
“Yeah, well—whatever!”
“Yeah, well—whatever to you too!”
“Do you think we’re ready yet?”
“Not by the sounds of it, no.”
O but come on, reader:
Does it matter who said what now?
ashley dunn 
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